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Where it is perfect.

The sky turns into the flame of the fire I had tamed.
Blue eats away the dark, and still here I lay.
Patches of brown, patches of green hold hands on the grounds.
There are leaves in the water, I found.

I'll make believe the sunshine is the moon.
I'll keep myself in dreams all afternoon.

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